Sword & Shield: Tactics, Wednesday

[screwyoumarvel]

Today for class there were not the usual teachers waiting for them. Well. They were the right ones, just not the right age at the moment.

Nothing bad could ever come of this, right kids?

( Famous last words )

Model United Nations, Wednesday, period 1

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie screeched into the classroom slightly late, today, her bad-dye-jobbed mane flying.

"Hi!" she squeaked, waving one hoof at the we assume room full of strange hairless bear like creatures and occasional cats. "Sorry I'm late, I had noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo idea I was a teacher. That doesn't even seem like me at all! I mean, I guess maybe teaching rock farming or parties or something -- have you guys ever had a party? They're amazing -- but the little reminder thingy on this little box thingy --" her phone "-- says this is 'Model United Nations'. And you know, I couldn't find any models anywhere!"

She flung the door back open and dragged in a whole table covered in newspaper strips and papermache and cardboard and paint and glitter.

"So we better get making one! I'm looking forward to making my model of Equestria. I can make Ponyville and Cloudsdale and Fillydelphia and Las Pegasus and Manehattan and Baltimare and . . ."

This list might go on for awhile. You all should just get started on your nation models.

Hiding in Plain Sight, Wednesday, Period Four

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Earlier in the week, Bond had sent out an email telling his students to meet him down by the abandoned warehouse district and to wear clothing that would stand up to a decent amount of abuse. Luckily, James had found a set of notes for this class written in his own handwriting and was there to greet them, arms crossed and a somewhat put out expression on his face.

"Right, afternoon, I'm James, and it seems there's been some kind of monumental cock-up and I'm supposed to be teaching you about hiding in plain sight or some sort of spy film bollocks like that," he said. "Though I'm damned if I know what hiding has to do with running across rooftops. Which we should probably get up on."

Once they were all up on the roof, James continued. "Now apparently there's some sort of course marked out for us to go through over here." And indeed there was. They should all be glad that Bond tended to make sure everything was set up well in advance of class. "It says that those new to 'freerunning' should follow the white markers while those who want a challenge should go with the red. Also, try not to break your necks."

"So let's get this bloody class out of the way, then we can all go find a pub or something."

[Class Roster]

Library, Wednesday, All Day

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Sholeh had been at Fandom long enough to know that sometimes crazy things just happened. Boys turned into girls. Sometimes you were teleported to an alternate reality. Powers were swapped to people who didn't normally have them. It was all just another day on the island.

Being taught by teachers who were barely older than herself was just that little thing that tipped over Sholeh's ability to just accept that sometimes weird things happened. Today she had settled in, trying to find a book that offered some explanation to just why and how the island worked.

[OCD free today!]